Story update for HazardousRaptor
OMG!! An actual update! O_O Is it even possible?!
MY fanfic from the beginning, to the newly updated part ;)
Enjoy, Hazzy-dearest! *mwa ha ha!*
A Haunting Ground Story: Requiem of a Hunter
WARNING: This fanfiction is rated NC-17 [I don’t own Haunting Ground, btw; but I do own Rip, she’s my own character] and contains rape, oral sex, S&M, strong language, and blood. You have been warned.
If you didn’t read the warnings…. Well, you’re on your own, babe!
Part 1: A Horrifying Welcome
Riccardo was kneeling on the stone floor watching Fiona kick the lever that would bring down the chapel’s chandelier.
“Damn it, Fiona!” He hissed, walking away. The man wondered what he could do to get Fiona to be his. His footsteps echoed down the hall as he made his way to the foyer. He picked up a newspaper and scanned through it. Just before he was about to take it to burn the paper in the fireplace, he saw a column about a woman who was a Norwegian bounty hunter. “Rip Raskolnikov has just succeeded in her latest capture of a dangerous murderer/escaped convict. She is known throughout Europe as “The Hunter” and is a very shady character indeed. Her calling card is a black cross bracelet with a pentagram burned into the center. She is a for-hire pursuer who was born in Norway, presides in England, and is out for one thing only: the thrill of the hunt!”
Riccardo grinned; this was his ticket to get Fiona! He would have a professional do the work for him, instead of those idiots Debillitas and Daniella. He saw a phone number and picked up the receiver and made the call that would make things easy for him!
Rip put down the phone and went to her closet. Her red eyes flashed in the darkness. She took down a long black cloak with a red lining and wrapped it around her shoulders. Slipping on a pair of black gloves and donning her black hat, she smiled at her reflection in the mirror and turned to leave. She paused and looked back, picking up a black farfallina stucchi mask. She gazed at it for a minute, and then put it on. Better stay safe than find out this is a bad joke and pay for it later. The woman thought, taking a silver pistol and rapier before closing the door behind her.
Riccardo wandered the halls, keeping a close eye out in case Fiona showed up again. It had been over half an hour since he made the call.
“Where is she, dammit?!” He questioned, still watching for the girl. He heard footsteps behind him and turned to see Rip standing there, her ruby eyes sparkling behind the mask she wore.
“Greetings. Are you the one who called for my….. assistance?” The woman asked, smiling slightly.
“I am,” Riccardo said, his voice a sultry smoothness as he looked her up and down. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Raskolnikov.”
He took her hand and kissed it. Rip smiled beneath the black visor.
“Please,” She asked turning away and observing the grandiose room about her. “Give me some information about my prey.”
“Later, my dear woman.” The hooded-man motioned with one hand. “You must be famished after your journey here. My maid, Daniella, shall make you something to eat. In the mean time, let me show you your room.”
“Is everything to your liking, Miss?” Spoke the hooded man. Rip looked around the quaint furnished room, still smiling. She put down her gun and slipped off her cloak. Riccardo swallowed hard, trying not to look as if he were staring at her too long. The hunter took off her mask, revealing her gaunt white face. She had garnet red lips that parted in a devious grin, showing her sparkling teeth. Riccardo couldn’t help but think she was as gorgeous as Fiona, if not more beautiful!
“Ja,” Sighed Rip. “It is vakkar*, sir Riccardo.” Riccardo smiled. *wonderful in Norwegian
“Good,” He said gently. “Very good…”
The man turned and left Rip alone in her room. The woman looked around, glancing at a picture resting on a dusty old bureau. Picking it up, she saw it was of a younger-looking Riccardo with a blonde-haired girl of about 18, both smiling happily. She wondered if the girl was his daughter. If so, how come she didn’t see the young lady earlier? Her thoughts were cut short when she heard a door open behind her. She turned around and saw a thin, frail woman dressed in a blue outfit and bloody apron standing in the doorway. Her cold eyes looked at Rip with unmarred monotony.
“Miss…… Dinner is served. The master wishes you to sup with him in the dining hall.”
Rip smiled and slightly bowed her head in acknowledgement. The woman watched Ms. Raskolnikov leave the cozy niche as she made her way to the dining room.
The table was set with a deep red velvet cloth and white candles. Dishes were placed perfectly with a well-seasoned and flambéed fillet and a glass of the deepest Chardonnay wine. The sweet scent of pepper and merlot filled Rip’s senses as she delicately picked up her fork and knife. She looked up and saw Riccardo staring at her, smiling devilishly.
“Is everything alright, sir Riccardo?”
It was as if he had been tapped on the shoulder by a cold hand. The man jumped in sudden shock and saw Rip staring at him in confused wonder. He cleared his throat and straightened his black jacket.
“Y-Yes, of course, Miss Raskolnikov.” He tried to sound collected, as if he had done nothing wrong. “I wanted to let you in on some information about Miss Fiona.” He leaned forward, still smiling. “Miss Fiona is a very delicate and fragile girl. So I am requesting that when you catch her, to be gentle. Try to hurt her as little as possible, if at all. Fail me, and… Well then, I guess you won’t be getting paid, now will you, Miss Raskolnikov?”
She stared at him for a few more minutes, and then looked back down at her partially eaten fillet mignon.
“I’m not entirely certain if I like your terms of agreement, sir Riccardo; let me sleep on it, ja?” She pushed away her plate of food. “I’m not feeling very hungry. I think I want to go lie down. If sir Riccardo will please excuse me…”
She got up and began walking to the guest suite down the hall. Riccardo watched her, and expression of subtle irritation upon his face.
You want to sleep on it, miss Raskolnikov?! I’m afraid that will not be happening; I want my answer now! Riccardo got up and went to her room, smirking craftily.
It had been several hours since Fiona had gotten a breath of fresh air. She had stowed herself away in a wardrobe, and final gathered up enough strength to step out and breathe in the cool, stale air around her. Suddenly she heard soft footsteps coming in her direction and quickly jumped back into the closet. Her heart was racing, wondering if this was Riccardo or not. She shuddered at the very thought of him touching her or even…
The footsteps came closer and closer; Fiona felt as if she were about to faint. They stopped several feet away. Fiona was breathing faster, her mind reeling, her skin getting clammy. A loud bark came right outside the door. Gasping in relief, she rushed back out to see the white shepherd panting, almost smiling at his new-found master.
“Hewie!” Sighed the young woman as she beamed at the animal. “You scared me, boy. Come here.”
The dog licked her face with a slobbering, wet tongue; his hot, almost smelly breath filling her lungs. She didn’t mind it. After all, she was going to give his teeth a good cleaning as soon as they got out of there and into a small hotel remote from the countryside. Fiona stood up, looking about to see if anyone was going to jump out and attack her. She glanced back at Hewie, who was still panting happily.
“We need to find something to eat. You’re hungry, aren’t you boy?”
The dog whined, cocking his head to one side. The young woman laughed softly as she lightly patted her thigh, calling Hewie to follow her.
Night was beginning to creep all around the castle, as Rip stared out the window into the dark starlit sky. She sighed deeply, her exhalation appearing upon the clear glass pane like a vaporous ghost, vanishing in an instant. Part of her was deeply considering Riccardo’s offer, but she still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was conning her just so she could get the girl for him. Rip turned away and took off her black pumps, slightly wincing from the pain of the long journey to Belli castle. She looked at her silver Vaquero revolver that lay upon a night-stand by the guest bed and hoped she didn’t have to resort to shooting the girl when she went after her. After changing into a red-nightgown, the hunter closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
It wasn’t too long before there was a gentle creaking as Riccardo quietly opened the door to the guest suite. He looked about and saw the woman fast asleep. How he wanted to grab her and bang her brains out; he had to control himself, it wasn’t time yet. But his urge was so strong. He couldn’t stop himself: he had to have her now! Walking to the bed, he lightly ran his hand up her leg, just below the silk lining of her nightdress. He groaned softly, as Rip turned over in her sleep, resting upon her stomach. This did it! Riccardo took down his hood and grabbing Rip’s arms, pulled them back as he knelt upon the bed behind her. She awoke in shock seeing the keeper of Belli castle seize her wrists.
“S-Sir Riccardo!” She exclaimed, looking back at him in alarm. “W-What are you-?”
Riccardo covered her mouth with one free hand, leaning down close to her ear.
“Are you ready to give me an answer, Miss Raskolnikov?” He whispered, licking and nibbling on her earlobe. Rip moaned, closing her eyes as the man’s hand found its way up her gown and between her legs. Riccardo stopped playing with her ear and pausing, let out a moan of pure lust.
“I see you’re not wearing anything underneath, my dear. And you’re nice and clean.” He pressed himself against the Norwegian damsel’s unbroken innocence. Rip tried with all her might to force him off her, but she was too weak compared to Riccardo’s strength. She heard the clank of a belt buckle falling to the floor and a zipper coming undone. Her breathes came is short, fast, convulsive gasps as hot tears fell from her eyes.
“Don’t you worry, Miss Raskolnikov. This will only hurt a lot.” Riccardo groaned as he thrust inside her. Rip’s scream of pain and terror only made the keeper of the castle only enjoy her more. He leaned forward again, still plunging deeper inside her.
“Tell me, Miss. Now will you take up my offer?”
“Ingen!” Winced Rip. The man only smiled. *Norwegian for "no"
“Wrong answer!” Riccardo lifted the woman up, sliding his hands over her breasts as he slammed hard, causing Rip to cry out in anguish. “I know you want me to stop, and the only way is by accepting my offer.”
The poor woman couldn’t take the pain anymore. Hot tears rolled down her face.
“Yes!” She moaned, her head hung in shame. “Yes, I-….. I accept.”
Riccardo grinned, sucking her earlobe again. “Good choice, Miss. Good choice.”
He pulled himself out of her, watching Rip collapse onto the bed. Her sobs of distress made Riccardo hornier, wanting to bang her again and again. But that was enough for now, he thought to himself; don’t want to have too much fun. He left the woman alone. Alone and violated.
He was so pleased. He had triumphed once again. Now he just had to wait a little longer before Fiona was finally his.
Hewie whined softly watching Fiona pack some food in a handkerchief she had tied round her neck. The girl smiled as she pulled tighter on the knot, securing the apples, bread, cheese, and container of water within the cloth bandanna. She turned away to only be taken aback by the maid of Belli castle: Daniella. Fiona let out a shriek of panic and fell flat on her backside. The purple-haired woman moved closer, holding a large glass shard in her hand.
“Azoth!” She whispered, reaching out a bloody hand to the terrified girl. “Essence of woman!”
Hewie tailed up next to Fiona and let out a deep, guttural snarl from his throat. Daniella slashed at Fiona, grinning insanely. The young girl screamed, shielding her face from the razor-sharp shard that wanted to tear at her skin. Hewie jumped into action; he lunged forward and sank his teeth into the maid’s arm that held the segment of glass. She didn’t scream at all, just shook Hewie off her. By that time, Fiona had run down the hall and into the kitchen. Upon seeing a pot of boiling liquid in it, she carefully picked it up and waited. She didn’t have to wait long before Daniella reached the cookery. The maid’s arm was torn and bloody, some gashes in her skin, exposing the muscle. Her face was expression-less, like a doll or puppet, as she slovenly moved closer towards Fiona.
Almost… Come closer you bitch!
The glass shard was raised, but wasn’t quick enough for the swing of Fiona’s arms. The bubbling fluid hissed loudly as it drenched Daniella in a steaming splash of beef bourginon. The maid stiffly raised her hand as she collapsed onto the cold floor. Gasping in shock, Fiona rushed out, not even noticing the woman in the farfallina stucchi mask, crying softly.
Rip made no attempt to go after the heiress at this point; she was still trying to comprehend what Riccardo did to her. All she could think of was the way her touched her, the intense pain she felt, her own blood dripping down her legs. She quickly brushed those horrid thoughts from her mind, like brushing away the tears that welled up in her eyes. But just as she was about to go after the girl, a strong hand firmly grasped her arm. She spun round and saw him grinning lustfully. Her eyes widened in absolute terror as Riccardo pulled off her mask and leaned in closer.
Fiona rushed up a flight of stairs with Hewie close at her heels. She was quite out of breath and rested against the cool marble railing. Her face was flushed slightly as she wiped sweat from her forehead. Hewie paced around the room and barked for Fiona’s attention. She looked over at what Hewie was barking at and saw a large glass dome looming above them. Fiona’s large blue eyes gazed around the room and saw strange boxes locked within deep grooves on the floor, as if they were placed in those twisting depressions for a purpose. She wondered what would happen if they were moved into place at the end of their paths. So Fiona pulled and pushed with all her might to shift them into place before that... That woman came after her. Hewie began pacing around the room restlessly, panting and whining. He knew something was wrong. Fiona kept pushing the blocks, feeling the strain begin to ache in her arms. There were noises, like footsteps, coming from the staircase. Just then, Fiona pushed the final box into place and a bright light emitted from the small convex mirror in the center of the floor. As she turned to see what Hewie was whimpering about, Fiona gazed upon Daniella coming up the stairs, the glass shard still in her hand.
The maid was laughing insanely as her head bobbed from side to side, her neck seeming like it would surely snap from the violent jarring. She stopped and stood a few feet away from Fiona and let out a rasping, breathy laugh. Raising the shard slightly above her head, her body lurched and went back into that psychotic fit of laughter, this time her entire body shaking erratically. Fiona trembled is horror and wonder; what was wrong with her? Why is she acting like that? Hewie let out another deep growl and lunged at the maid as she was about to slash into Fiona’s abdomen, wanting to retrieve what made her so “incomplete”. The dog’s teeth bit deeply into Daniella’s hand, pulling her to the ground as she desperately tried to stab the Shepherd with the free hand that held the broken, jagged piece of glass.
“Hewie!” Cried Fiona, shocked at how vicious he had leapt at the woman. Hewie released his hold on Daniella’s hand, stepping over her as she lay there still laughing quietly. She suddenly whipped her head around to gaze directly at her. Fiona gasped in shock as the maid got back upon her feet and resumed her demented outburst of insane laughter. Her cackling trailed off quickly as her face became stolid again. She slowly began circling around the girl as she began to speak.
“Blood… Flesh woman! You vile creature. You lure the man into your filthy body again, and again. And you are allowed to do that because you are a precious little princess. Precious, precious little princess!”
As soon as the last word was out of her mouth, her cranium began that terrible shaking and that frightful laughter started up once more as she brought the shard up to her own face. She stuck out her tongue and licked partway up the broken section glass. Fiona tried not to cry out in sheer horror when Daniella turned towards her again as a blood-like liquid seeped from the maid’s own tear ducts and down her face. Her laughter seemed to sound a bit more like sobbing as she raised the weapon to attack Fiona once more. The girl quickly moved out of the way, trying to lure the crazy maid over to the mirror. Luckily, it worked and Daniella looked down upon her own reflection w/ rage, letting out an ear-piercing scream. The intensity of the shriek caused the glass dome above her to shatter into a million little pieces that looked like delicate shimmering lights falling from angel wings. Fiona swung herself back as the glass fell to the floor. Then a large shard broke free from the dome and came plummeting down, trapping Daniella to the floor. The maid slowly slid backwards, letting her own, dead, weight bend her spine. With one final deep sigh, Daniella closed her eyes half-way, smiled slightly, and let her head fall back as she became nothing more than a life-less, incomplete doll. Fiona continued to slowly back away from the dead woman, and soon her adrenaline kicked in as she ran off down the stairs and out into the courtyard.
Riccardo leaned down and locked Rip in a deep kiss, letting his tongue explore her warm, juicy mouth. The poor mercenary struggled to shove him away, but he pinioned her up against the wall. He let his hands do most of the work, pulling off her cloak as well as undoing those damned buttons on her pants. Who still wears those? He thought, mostly out of irritation and anxiety. Riccardo pulled the woman against him, so he could feel her breasts pressed on his chest. After that final button was unfastened with a quick yank, Riccardo plunged his hand down into Rip’s defiled pussy. She cried into his mouth, his tongue practically down her throat at this point. He pulled his hand out and picking her up, carried Rip into the castle and made his way to the guest suite. Locking the door, Riccardo forced her down onto her knees as he undid the rope round his waist and pulled off his trousers. His breathing came in long, deep groans as he began working himself up to an erection. Rip turned her head away, weeping in fear. Riccardo sighed deeply as he stopped pumping his own cock and grabbed the woman by her long black hair.
“You know what to do. Now do it!” He hissed, smirking as he hungered to feel her suck him off. Rip swallowed hard, and with a trembling hand, took hold of his member. She licked up the entire length, tears falling from her eyes. Riccardo craned his head back and moaned in pleasure, placing a hand on her head. She began lapping at the tip of his phallus, and then took it within her mouth as she let out a soft whimper. Rip heard him moaning again, feeling his hand pressing slightly on her scalp. She pulled back from his organ and took it in again, continuing this motion as she stroked him. Precum leaked into her mouth as Riccardo started pumping himself deep into her throat, causing her to gag in response. Rip pulled away and coughed violently, clutching at her own throat. That really pissed him off. He pulled her upright by her hair again and snarled viciously.
“Did I tell you to stop, bitch?!” He forced her gob open and thrust his cock back into her mouth. Rip didn’t dare disobey him this time. Closing her tear-filled eyes, she continued that disgraceful bobbing motion of her head as Riccardo started plunging harder into her oral cavity. He felt the pressure building up within him as he groaned loudly. The woman lashed her tongue all over his smooth dick, trying to make him cum faster just to get this over with. Riccardo let out a cry of release, pumping his semen down Rip’s throat. She took every last drop as he pulled out of her.
That was most satisfying, for now. He thought, smiling at the mercenary. She panted and gasped for breath, her head spinning from the sudden bursts of oxygen she was finally getting. Riccardo pulled his pants back up, tied the rope into place, and walked out of the room.
“Now, get to work, Miss Raskolnikov.” He ordered, still smiling. “Slacking on the job won’t get you that money any sooner.”
Rip finally realized that this was never about the money at all. This was all a set-up just so he could simply get-off. No! She thought, curling her lip in a malicious sneer. I will not be manipulated by that bastard anymore.
Shakily, she got up and pulling out her pistol, laughed in mirth. “He maybe humiliating me, but I will come out victorious in the end! Miss Fiona Belli, you will ensure my freedom.”
MY fanfic from the beginning, to the newly updated part ;)
Enjoy, Hazzy-dearest! *mwa ha ha!*
A Haunting Ground Story: Requiem of a Hunter
WARNING: This fanfiction is rated NC-17 [I don’t own Haunting Ground, btw; but I do own Rip, she’s my own character] and contains rape, oral sex, S&M, strong language, and blood. You have been warned.
If you didn’t read the warnings…. Well, you’re on your own, babe!
Part 1: A Horrifying Welcome
Riccardo was kneeling on the stone floor watching Fiona kick the lever that would bring down the chapel’s chandelier.
“Damn it, Fiona!” He hissed, walking away. The man wondered what he could do to get Fiona to be his. His footsteps echoed down the hall as he made his way to the foyer. He picked up a newspaper and scanned through it. Just before he was about to take it to burn the paper in the fireplace, he saw a column about a woman who was a Norwegian bounty hunter. “Rip Raskolnikov has just succeeded in her latest capture of a dangerous murderer/escaped convict. She is known throughout Europe as “The Hunter” and is a very shady character indeed. Her calling card is a black cross bracelet with a pentagram burned into the center. She is a for-hire pursuer who was born in Norway, presides in England, and is out for one thing only: the thrill of the hunt!”
Riccardo grinned; this was his ticket to get Fiona! He would have a professional do the work for him, instead of those idiots Debillitas and Daniella. He saw a phone number and picked up the receiver and made the call that would make things easy for him!
Rip put down the phone and went to her closet. Her red eyes flashed in the darkness. She took down a long black cloak with a red lining and wrapped it around her shoulders. Slipping on a pair of black gloves and donning her black hat, she smiled at her reflection in the mirror and turned to leave. She paused and looked back, picking up a black farfallina stucchi mask. She gazed at it for a minute, and then put it on. Better stay safe than find out this is a bad joke and pay for it later. The woman thought, taking a silver pistol and rapier before closing the door behind her.
Riccardo wandered the halls, keeping a close eye out in case Fiona showed up again. It had been over half an hour since he made the call.
“Where is she, dammit?!” He questioned, still watching for the girl. He heard footsteps behind him and turned to see Rip standing there, her ruby eyes sparkling behind the mask she wore.
“Greetings. Are you the one who called for my….. assistance?” The woman asked, smiling slightly.
“I am,” Riccardo said, his voice a sultry smoothness as he looked her up and down. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Raskolnikov.”
He took her hand and kissed it. Rip smiled beneath the black visor.
“Please,” She asked turning away and observing the grandiose room about her. “Give me some information about my prey.”
“Later, my dear woman.” The hooded-man motioned with one hand. “You must be famished after your journey here. My maid, Daniella, shall make you something to eat. In the mean time, let me show you your room.”
“Is everything to your liking, Miss?” Spoke the hooded man. Rip looked around the quaint furnished room, still smiling. She put down her gun and slipped off her cloak. Riccardo swallowed hard, trying not to look as if he were staring at her too long. The hunter took off her mask, revealing her gaunt white face. She had garnet red lips that parted in a devious grin, showing her sparkling teeth. Riccardo couldn’t help but think she was as gorgeous as Fiona, if not more beautiful!
“Ja,” Sighed Rip. “It is vakkar*, sir Riccardo.” Riccardo smiled. *wonderful in Norwegian
“Good,” He said gently. “Very good…”
The man turned and left Rip alone in her room. The woman looked around, glancing at a picture resting on a dusty old bureau. Picking it up, she saw it was of a younger-looking Riccardo with a blonde-haired girl of about 18, both smiling happily. She wondered if the girl was his daughter. If so, how come she didn’t see the young lady earlier? Her thoughts were cut short when she heard a door open behind her. She turned around and saw a thin, frail woman dressed in a blue outfit and bloody apron standing in the doorway. Her cold eyes looked at Rip with unmarred monotony.
“Miss…… Dinner is served. The master wishes you to sup with him in the dining hall.”
Rip smiled and slightly bowed her head in acknowledgement. The woman watched Ms. Raskolnikov leave the cozy niche as she made her way to the dining room.
The table was set with a deep red velvet cloth and white candles. Dishes were placed perfectly with a well-seasoned and flambéed fillet and a glass of the deepest Chardonnay wine. The sweet scent of pepper and merlot filled Rip’s senses as she delicately picked up her fork and knife. She looked up and saw Riccardo staring at her, smiling devilishly.
“Is everything alright, sir Riccardo?”
It was as if he had been tapped on the shoulder by a cold hand. The man jumped in sudden shock and saw Rip staring at him in confused wonder. He cleared his throat and straightened his black jacket.
“Y-Yes, of course, Miss Raskolnikov.” He tried to sound collected, as if he had done nothing wrong. “I wanted to let you in on some information about Miss Fiona.” He leaned forward, still smiling. “Miss Fiona is a very delicate and fragile girl. So I am requesting that when you catch her, to be gentle. Try to hurt her as little as possible, if at all. Fail me, and… Well then, I guess you won’t be getting paid, now will you, Miss Raskolnikov?”
She stared at him for a few more minutes, and then looked back down at her partially eaten fillet mignon.
“I’m not entirely certain if I like your terms of agreement, sir Riccardo; let me sleep on it, ja?” She pushed away her plate of food. “I’m not feeling very hungry. I think I want to go lie down. If sir Riccardo will please excuse me…”
She got up and began walking to the guest suite down the hall. Riccardo watched her, and expression of subtle irritation upon his face.
You want to sleep on it, miss Raskolnikov?! I’m afraid that will not be happening; I want my answer now! Riccardo got up and went to her room, smirking craftily.
It had been several hours since Fiona had gotten a breath of fresh air. She had stowed herself away in a wardrobe, and final gathered up enough strength to step out and breathe in the cool, stale air around her. Suddenly she heard soft footsteps coming in her direction and quickly jumped back into the closet. Her heart was racing, wondering if this was Riccardo or not. She shuddered at the very thought of him touching her or even…
The footsteps came closer and closer; Fiona felt as if she were about to faint. They stopped several feet away. Fiona was breathing faster, her mind reeling, her skin getting clammy. A loud bark came right outside the door. Gasping in relief, she rushed back out to see the white shepherd panting, almost smiling at his new-found master.
“Hewie!” Sighed the young woman as she beamed at the animal. “You scared me, boy. Come here.”
The dog licked her face with a slobbering, wet tongue; his hot, almost smelly breath filling her lungs. She didn’t mind it. After all, she was going to give his teeth a good cleaning as soon as they got out of there and into a small hotel remote from the countryside. Fiona stood up, looking about to see if anyone was going to jump out and attack her. She glanced back at Hewie, who was still panting happily.
“We need to find something to eat. You’re hungry, aren’t you boy?”
The dog whined, cocking his head to one side. The young woman laughed softly as she lightly patted her thigh, calling Hewie to follow her.
Night was beginning to creep all around the castle, as Rip stared out the window into the dark starlit sky. She sighed deeply, her exhalation appearing upon the clear glass pane like a vaporous ghost, vanishing in an instant. Part of her was deeply considering Riccardo’s offer, but she still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was conning her just so she could get the girl for him. Rip turned away and took off her black pumps, slightly wincing from the pain of the long journey to Belli castle. She looked at her silver Vaquero revolver that lay upon a night-stand by the guest bed and hoped she didn’t have to resort to shooting the girl when she went after her. After changing into a red-nightgown, the hunter closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
It wasn’t too long before there was a gentle creaking as Riccardo quietly opened the door to the guest suite. He looked about and saw the woman fast asleep. How he wanted to grab her and bang her brains out; he had to control himself, it wasn’t time yet. But his urge was so strong. He couldn’t stop himself: he had to have her now! Walking to the bed, he lightly ran his hand up her leg, just below the silk lining of her nightdress. He groaned softly, as Rip turned over in her sleep, resting upon her stomach. This did it! Riccardo took down his hood and grabbing Rip’s arms, pulled them back as he knelt upon the bed behind her. She awoke in shock seeing the keeper of Belli castle seize her wrists.
“S-Sir Riccardo!” She exclaimed, looking back at him in alarm. “W-What are you-?”
Riccardo covered her mouth with one free hand, leaning down close to her ear.
“Are you ready to give me an answer, Miss Raskolnikov?” He whispered, licking and nibbling on her earlobe. Rip moaned, closing her eyes as the man’s hand found its way up her gown and between her legs. Riccardo stopped playing with her ear and pausing, let out a moan of pure lust.
“I see you’re not wearing anything underneath, my dear. And you’re nice and clean.” He pressed himself against the Norwegian damsel’s unbroken innocence. Rip tried with all her might to force him off her, but she was too weak compared to Riccardo’s strength. She heard the clank of a belt buckle falling to the floor and a zipper coming undone. Her breathes came is short, fast, convulsive gasps as hot tears fell from her eyes.
“Don’t you worry, Miss Raskolnikov. This will only hurt a lot.” Riccardo groaned as he thrust inside her. Rip’s scream of pain and terror only made the keeper of the castle only enjoy her more. He leaned forward again, still plunging deeper inside her.
“Tell me, Miss. Now will you take up my offer?”
“Ingen!” Winced Rip. The man only smiled. *Norwegian for "no"
“Wrong answer!” Riccardo lifted the woman up, sliding his hands over her breasts as he slammed hard, causing Rip to cry out in anguish. “I know you want me to stop, and the only way is by accepting my offer.”
The poor woman couldn’t take the pain anymore. Hot tears rolled down her face.
“Yes!” She moaned, her head hung in shame. “Yes, I-….. I accept.”
Riccardo grinned, sucking her earlobe again. “Good choice, Miss. Good choice.”
He pulled himself out of her, watching Rip collapse onto the bed. Her sobs of distress made Riccardo hornier, wanting to bang her again and again. But that was enough for now, he thought to himself; don’t want to have too much fun. He left the woman alone. Alone and violated.
He was so pleased. He had triumphed once again. Now he just had to wait a little longer before Fiona was finally his.
Hewie whined softly watching Fiona pack some food in a handkerchief she had tied round her neck. The girl smiled as she pulled tighter on the knot, securing the apples, bread, cheese, and container of water within the cloth bandanna. She turned away to only be taken aback by the maid of Belli castle: Daniella. Fiona let out a shriek of panic and fell flat on her backside. The purple-haired woman moved closer, holding a large glass shard in her hand.
“Azoth!” She whispered, reaching out a bloody hand to the terrified girl. “Essence of woman!”
Hewie tailed up next to Fiona and let out a deep, guttural snarl from his throat. Daniella slashed at Fiona, grinning insanely. The young girl screamed, shielding her face from the razor-sharp shard that wanted to tear at her skin. Hewie jumped into action; he lunged forward and sank his teeth into the maid’s arm that held the segment of glass. She didn’t scream at all, just shook Hewie off her. By that time, Fiona had run down the hall and into the kitchen. Upon seeing a pot of boiling liquid in it, she carefully picked it up and waited. She didn’t have to wait long before Daniella reached the cookery. The maid’s arm was torn and bloody, some gashes in her skin, exposing the muscle. Her face was expression-less, like a doll or puppet, as she slovenly moved closer towards Fiona.
Almost… Come closer you bitch!
The glass shard was raised, but wasn’t quick enough for the swing of Fiona’s arms. The bubbling fluid hissed loudly as it drenched Daniella in a steaming splash of beef bourginon. The maid stiffly raised her hand as she collapsed onto the cold floor. Gasping in shock, Fiona rushed out, not even noticing the woman in the farfallina stucchi mask, crying softly.
Rip made no attempt to go after the heiress at this point; she was still trying to comprehend what Riccardo did to her. All she could think of was the way her touched her, the intense pain she felt, her own blood dripping down her legs. She quickly brushed those horrid thoughts from her mind, like brushing away the tears that welled up in her eyes. But just as she was about to go after the girl, a strong hand firmly grasped her arm. She spun round and saw him grinning lustfully. Her eyes widened in absolute terror as Riccardo pulled off her mask and leaned in closer.
Fiona rushed up a flight of stairs with Hewie close at her heels. She was quite out of breath and rested against the cool marble railing. Her face was flushed slightly as she wiped sweat from her forehead. Hewie paced around the room and barked for Fiona’s attention. She looked over at what Hewie was barking at and saw a large glass dome looming above them. Fiona’s large blue eyes gazed around the room and saw strange boxes locked within deep grooves on the floor, as if they were placed in those twisting depressions for a purpose. She wondered what would happen if they were moved into place at the end of their paths. So Fiona pulled and pushed with all her might to shift them into place before that... That woman came after her. Hewie began pacing around the room restlessly, panting and whining. He knew something was wrong. Fiona kept pushing the blocks, feeling the strain begin to ache in her arms. There were noises, like footsteps, coming from the staircase. Just then, Fiona pushed the final box into place and a bright light emitted from the small convex mirror in the center of the floor. As she turned to see what Hewie was whimpering about, Fiona gazed upon Daniella coming up the stairs, the glass shard still in her hand.
The maid was laughing insanely as her head bobbed from side to side, her neck seeming like it would surely snap from the violent jarring. She stopped and stood a few feet away from Fiona and let out a rasping, breathy laugh. Raising the shard slightly above her head, her body lurched and went back into that psychotic fit of laughter, this time her entire body shaking erratically. Fiona trembled is horror and wonder; what was wrong with her? Why is she acting like that? Hewie let out another deep growl and lunged at the maid as she was about to slash into Fiona’s abdomen, wanting to retrieve what made her so “incomplete”. The dog’s teeth bit deeply into Daniella’s hand, pulling her to the ground as she desperately tried to stab the Shepherd with the free hand that held the broken, jagged piece of glass.
“Hewie!” Cried Fiona, shocked at how vicious he had leapt at the woman. Hewie released his hold on Daniella’s hand, stepping over her as she lay there still laughing quietly. She suddenly whipped her head around to gaze directly at her. Fiona gasped in shock as the maid got back upon her feet and resumed her demented outburst of insane laughter. Her cackling trailed off quickly as her face became stolid again. She slowly began circling around the girl as she began to speak.
“Blood… Flesh woman! You vile creature. You lure the man into your filthy body again, and again. And you are allowed to do that because you are a precious little princess. Precious, precious little princess!”
As soon as the last word was out of her mouth, her cranium began that terrible shaking and that frightful laughter started up once more as she brought the shard up to her own face. She stuck out her tongue and licked partway up the broken section glass. Fiona tried not to cry out in sheer horror when Daniella turned towards her again as a blood-like liquid seeped from the maid’s own tear ducts and down her face. Her laughter seemed to sound a bit more like sobbing as she raised the weapon to attack Fiona once more. The girl quickly moved out of the way, trying to lure the crazy maid over to the mirror. Luckily, it worked and Daniella looked down upon her own reflection w/ rage, letting out an ear-piercing scream. The intensity of the shriek caused the glass dome above her to shatter into a million little pieces that looked like delicate shimmering lights falling from angel wings. Fiona swung herself back as the glass fell to the floor. Then a large shard broke free from the dome and came plummeting down, trapping Daniella to the floor. The maid slowly slid backwards, letting her own, dead, weight bend her spine. With one final deep sigh, Daniella closed her eyes half-way, smiled slightly, and let her head fall back as she became nothing more than a life-less, incomplete doll. Fiona continued to slowly back away from the dead woman, and soon her adrenaline kicked in as she ran off down the stairs and out into the courtyard.
Riccardo leaned down and locked Rip in a deep kiss, letting his tongue explore her warm, juicy mouth. The poor mercenary struggled to shove him away, but he pinioned her up against the wall. He let his hands do most of the work, pulling off her cloak as well as undoing those damned buttons on her pants. Who still wears those? He thought, mostly out of irritation and anxiety. Riccardo pulled the woman against him, so he could feel her breasts pressed on his chest. After that final button was unfastened with a quick yank, Riccardo plunged his hand down into Rip’s defiled pussy. She cried into his mouth, his tongue practically down her throat at this point. He pulled his hand out and picking her up, carried Rip into the castle and made his way to the guest suite. Locking the door, Riccardo forced her down onto her knees as he undid the rope round his waist and pulled off his trousers. His breathing came in long, deep groans as he began working himself up to an erection. Rip turned her head away, weeping in fear. Riccardo sighed deeply as he stopped pumping his own cock and grabbed the woman by her long black hair.
“You know what to do. Now do it!” He hissed, smirking as he hungered to feel her suck him off. Rip swallowed hard, and with a trembling hand, took hold of his member. She licked up the entire length, tears falling from her eyes. Riccardo craned his head back and moaned in pleasure, placing a hand on her head. She began lapping at the tip of his phallus, and then took it within her mouth as she let out a soft whimper. Rip heard him moaning again, feeling his hand pressing slightly on her scalp. She pulled back from his organ and took it in again, continuing this motion as she stroked him. Precum leaked into her mouth as Riccardo started pumping himself deep into her throat, causing her to gag in response. Rip pulled away and coughed violently, clutching at her own throat. That really pissed him off. He pulled her upright by her hair again and snarled viciously.
“Did I tell you to stop, bitch?!” He forced her gob open and thrust his cock back into her mouth. Rip didn’t dare disobey him this time. Closing her tear-filled eyes, she continued that disgraceful bobbing motion of her head as Riccardo started plunging harder into her oral cavity. He felt the pressure building up within him as he groaned loudly. The woman lashed her tongue all over his smooth dick, trying to make him cum faster just to get this over with. Riccardo let out a cry of release, pumping his semen down Rip’s throat. She took every last drop as he pulled out of her.
That was most satisfying, for now. He thought, smiling at the mercenary. She panted and gasped for breath, her head spinning from the sudden bursts of oxygen she was finally getting. Riccardo pulled his pants back up, tied the rope into place, and walked out of the room.
“Now, get to work, Miss Raskolnikov.” He ordered, still smiling. “Slacking on the job won’t get you that money any sooner.”
Rip finally realized that this was never about the money at all. This was all a set-up just so he could simply get-off. No! She thought, curling her lip in a malicious sneer. I will not be manipulated by that bastard anymore.
Shakily, she got up and pulling out her pistol, laughed in mirth. “He maybe humiliating me, but I will come out victorious in the end! Miss Fiona Belli, you will ensure my freedom.”